StarBeing, nineteen, sisters
I have come to love
another country,
that which was not
mine,
is truly mine
I have come to lose
what I love
and love
what I lost
You should never go
back to
what you left,
people say
You should always
move forwards
Are we not moving
all the time though?
Backwards, forwards,
upwards, downwards,
sideways,
diagonally,
round and round,
in a
spiral we are
trying to grasp,
or not,
called life?
Is it not just to
be lived?
It should not feel
like punishment,
a heartstring
mother of all
told me.
Sacred Fierceness,
she is.
It does.
This feels
like
punishment.
So leave, my love,
leave.
Touch down
to bounce up.
Sisterhood,
all that matters.
Always.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
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